Lunch. Cellulita is pouring a nasty concoction out of a metal thermos that looks like one of the nastier Odwalla green things that I don't dare try. (Although I do swear by their "Mo' Beta" juice.) "That looks…appetizing," Pete says, looking as if he's about to yarf. Chloe looks grossed out. "Losing weight is never pretty," Cellulita says, and as she does, the vibration of the vocal cords reverberating under her huge fake neck sends a rumble through the lunchroom. Two guys walk up to the three of them and ask Pete if he wants to join their pick-me-up game of b-ball. Yeah, sure, ask the black man. I see how you are, The WB. The lead b-ball guy says that of course, that's unless he wants to keep whale-watching. This guy is so not a prize to be talking like that. He's wearing a very femme-looking orange sweater, and his eyes are so beady that he's in danger of somebody trying to make a bracelet out of his eyeballs. And his name's "Dustin." Has there ever been a nice guy named "Dustin"? Cellulita darts her eyes and looks scared, mostly because the fake neck is cutting off her oxygen supply. Pete tells the guy to back off. "I didn't know you were a chubby chaser," MeanDustin tells Pete. He bounces the basketball and it hits the drink thermos, spilling kryptodwalla all over Cellulita. She looks humiliated and walks off. "You'd think someone that big would have thicker skin," MeanDustin says. Pete "grrrrrs," grabs the ball, and clocks the dude right on the side of the face. Nice! That's right! He's a righteous black man, The WB! "You'd think someone that stupid would have a thicker head," Chloe vamps, but it's not nearly as satisfying as the basketball clocking. Pete and Chloe walk off and are remarkably not chased by the hooligans. This scene was a delicious, thirst-quenching sports drink.